Monday, December 28, 2009

I am speechless...I dunno what to say...I am just so thankful, with this new template I have now, compliments of Shraddha of The Self-Love Project, a wonderful gift from her ...and it's the same feelings I felt when Preetilata Sarkar made a new template for me, four months ago...the blue one...:)

Jim commented on my Wanderlust Post if Shraddha and I am on a template-making business, that I could only smile...of course not, Jim! Shraddha I guess, fell in love with me, ..*wink, wink*, and so this is her labor of love...:)

Shraddha, my dear, what can I say? How can I repay you? I just wish to be a nanny of your twins so we can be ever closer then...:P....I will forever be indebted to you...:)

I LOVE YOU SHRADS.....:)

From the bottom of my heart...my heartfelt thanks for this new template...:)

Lord, my God, to you I offer and commit my all, my everything. Enlighten the wanderlust in my heart and soul. Grant me peace and serenity of heart. For I firmly believe that all the things that's happening in my life are working together for my own good.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Dialing would be easyInstant access is breezyReaching contactsEntails less taskCalling city servicesTakes as easy as the restOver here over thereRight here right thereYear in year out!

P.S. I suddenly thought of writing this when beside my pillow rests a telephone directory where I placed my lapi while working in bed. But just too bad, I used the light of my cp just to be able to pen down these thoughts because of power outage. Can you imagine?

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas carols are played everywhere. Beulah felt so excited. Tomorrow she would be flying to the United States to meet her fiancé’. This is unexpected. It was a long distance love affair but thanks to the presence of internet, their love blossomed through constant communications.

How Armand felt that day? He’s on Cloud 9. At last, he found the true love of his life, his soul mate in the person of Beulah. She’s a sweet young lady, very caring and with a simple beauty. Intelligent and with humor, too!

Reckoning the time, in a couple of hours, they will be seeing each other personally. Both wondered how they would react, how they would accept the presence of each other.

In their prayers, both hoped that there would be no hindrance anymore to their love affair. Beulah can’t live without Armand and so Armand does. Since the time they’ve met, their day won’t be complete without placing a call to each other and would be sleepless if they can’t talk and bid goodnight first to each other.

Sounds corny you may say. Tick, tack, tick! Armand hurriedly went to the garage, ignited the engine of his car. He can’t afford to be late and let Beulah be waiting there for him for a long time.

The plane touched down at exactly 10 pm. That would be exactly two hours before Christmas Eve. This would be the best Christmas both will have in their entire life. In the almost endless conversations over the phone, they talked about spending their first Christmas together to be in each other’s arms. After a sumptuous meal over a candle lit dinner, they would be holding hands watching fire crackers invade the air. They would be kissing each other once the clock strikes twelve and Armand will be bringing out the engagement ring he bought the past week.

Marriage proposals have been expressed and Beulah was more than willing to tie the knot with Armand. For her, he is the man of his dreams, the man who could complete him.

Along the highway, snowflakes begin to fall. Armand could only drive carefully; afraid any mishap might come his way. Beulah checked out of the immigration. Her heart started pounding so wildly. She tried to compose herself. Armand arrived in time, and started scouring for that lovely face of Beulah among the crowd of arriving passengers. Both easily recognized each other and they both felt feverish and blushing at the sight of each other. Feeling missive and homesick, they both ran to meet each other in a tight embrace, oblivious of the people around them.

Speechless at first but their eyes seem to speak a thousand longings. Armand took Beulah’s hand and boarded the car. Outside the airport, snow has thickened, and it seemed impossible for them to travel but they proceeded. A couple of kilometers away from Armand’s house, snow continued to envelop the surroundings including the car. Then a halt. It can no longer move an inch. They were trapped inside the car. Spent Christmas Eve together inside the car and till eternity.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Comes this time of yearHappiness joys it bringRich and poor young and oldIn all parts of the worldSinging Christmas carolsTaking and giving giftsMessage of the bright starA Messiah was born toSave sinners you and me!

P.S. These were instant thoughts while I was busy cooking at Cafe World and at the same time harvesting at Farmville. Mark Zukerberg, what have you done with facebookers? I am in a junction where it's givin' me an addiction to the detriment of so many important things in my life! Wish my addiction will wane in due time. For my own good....:)

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Eyes closed
But sleep is elusive
The mind keeps drifting
Back and forth
To sad thoughts
Hurt feelings
Ruined emotions
Disappointed expectations
And lost dreams.

Why does love hurts?
Does it really have to be this way?
It comes and you thought
It's the best
But it isn't
It comes, but only to hurt you
To realize later that
You were just a fool
And sooner or later
You will fall out of love
Against your will?

Because of narcissistic behavior...
Because of egocentric personality....
Because of selfish motives....
Because of failed expectations....

This is a nightmare
I'd rather wake up now
Because I am not a doormat!!!

Why paint my dreams?

Dreams are true interpreters of our inclinations, but art is required to sort and understand them. – Michel De Montaigne - "I think I shall write books and get rich and famous; that would suit me, so that is my favorite dream".